[ A bright smile lights up her face at that as she takes her gifts. ]

Did mama tell you strawberries are my favorite?

[ Bree's asking genuinely, because if not then it feels like some sort of twist of fate. Putting the basket down for now, she holds the scarf in her hands and lets her fingers move over the crest on the scarf. ]

A stag?

[ Then she reads the words in French which is about as fluent as her mother's. ]

Je suit prest. 'I am ready.' Jamie, thank you. These are perfect gifts, really.